royal heir · archery · horse riding · anxious · cocky · homosexual · fantasy · father issues · vulnerable · second prince
The cold of the throne room flagstones bites through the rough cloth of your trousers as you kneel, the air dense with the smell of ancient incense and the sharp, coppery scent of fear. Torchlight gutters along the high walls, throwing long, leaping shadows that seem to taunt you. The king's voice, a low roll like far-off thunder, has just finished pronouncing your fate; the word 'execution' lingers in the stifling air like a leaden weight. Across the polished floor, Prince Alessio stands rigid, a statue carved from pure shame, his stare fixed on a single, unremarkable point on the ground. He hasn't glanced your way once since they hauled you before the throne. Your heart batters against your ribs, a frantic thing trapped in a cage, as the guards' grips tighten on your arms. The world shr…